"Master Huan, what's going on?"
As soon as he saw Yang Huan put down the phone in his hand, Lewis immediately asked with concern.
"Yes, Master, what's going on?"
Bielsa and others were also very concerned.
Yang Huan's face was sullen and expressionless, "The kidnappers want us to listen to them tonight."
This time everyone was stunned.
"Underground Gambling Group" Lewis knew the fishiness behind this better than everyone present.
Everyone knows that the British love gambling.
Gambling was prevalent in the England national team at that time, and people including Owen, Rooney and others were very avid gamblers.
This also has a lot to do with the domestic environment in the UK.
Gambling here is legal.
But there is always a group of people who feel that the legal sports betting business is too slow to make money and is not satisfying, so they came up with the idea of opening an underground sports betting business, and because of its high odds and diverse gameplay, it is very popular among some gamblers.
An ordinary Premier League game involves at least tens of millions of pounds in bets.
As for tonight's FA Cup final, the two sides are the now-red Southampton and the new Premier League champion Manchester United.
Gamblers in almost the entire UK and even the world are going crazy.
This game involves hundreds of millions or even ten-digit bets, and the winning and losing numbers are astronomical.
If such a game could be controlled, let alone kidnapping and extortion, even killing an individual would be an option worth considering in the eyes of those underground gambling bookmakers.
"Master Huan, what should we do now?"
Lewis was a little confused.
The bookmakers of these underground gambling groups are often closely related to underground gangs.
Some are even opened directly by gang bosses.
This is someone that even Lewis doesn’t dare to offend easily.
"What should I do?"
Yang Huan clenched his fists.
"They dare to make trouble on Tai Sui's head.
If I don't give them some help, won't we have to be controlled by them in the future?"
If this happens the first time, there will definitely be a second time.
As long as the handle is in their hands, won't Yang Huan and Southampton have to take orders from them in the future?
"Lao Wu" Yang Huan looked at Long Wu.
Not only did Long Wu not show any fear at this time, but there was a burst of excitement in his eyes.
He hasn't moved his hands for a long time.
"Master, I'll call them all to be safe."
Yang Huan nodded and smiled, and dialed the number again.
"Terry, I want you to check immediately for me where the call that just came into my cell phone came from."
"Okay, I'll check it out right away" After hanging up the phone with Terry Matthews, Long Wu also hung up the phone and walked back.
"Master, they will be here in five minutes."
Yang Huan nodded heavily, "Lao Wu, this is your first appearance.
I will personally supervise the formation.
You must do a good job."
"Don't worry, Master, it's no problem."
Yang Huan turned his head and looked at Bielsa and others, "You all go back first.
Go ahead and do what you have to do.
The team is still preparing for tonight's game as usual.
Leave everything else to me."
"Remember, this matter must be kept strictly confidential and no one is allowed to leak it," Yang Huan ordered through gritted teeth.
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Once this kind of thing spreads, it is not a glorious thing.
"Marcelo, I guarantee that before the game starts tonight, Ravel Morrison will be sitting on the bench at Wembley Stadium, don't worry" Bielsa didn't know what Yang Huan was going to do, but he felt Yang Huan's responsibility and determination.
"Okay, then I'll go back right away and stabilize the players."
Yang Huan nodded, "Don't tell them about this, so as not to distract them."
"I see" "Lewis" Yang Huan looked at Lewis again.
"Master Huan."
"You should also go back and leave this matter to me.
I won't let anything happen to Charlene."
Lewis had no choice but to listen to Yang Huan's words.
After both groups of people left, Yang Huan's cell phone rang again.
"Master Huan, I found it.
They are in the two poor buildings in the north of the city."
"Okay, I'll be there right away" After speaking, Yang Huan didn't care what Terry Matthews said and hung up the phone directly.
Just at this time, two other bodyguards drove over in Yang Huan's Bentley.
"Let's go to the two tallest slum buildings in the north of the city."
North of Southampton, slum area.
"Boss, I heard that the Chinese has a very powerful master."
Little Flea Winter cautiously approached a man in his thirties, who looked very elegant and wore a suit and tie, with glasses, and said with a smile on his face.
"Bruce Lee, the master, or Jackie Chan?"
the glasses man asked with a smile.
He turned around and was followed by two burly men, both close to two meters tall.
They were very big and covered with explosive muscles.
They looked like the kind of ruthless men who could kill a cow with one punch.
"Taller than the two of them?"
Winter smiled awkwardly.
To be honest, he hasn't seen it before, he just heard people mention it.
"Besides, these days, it's useless to be able to fight.
When you come out to hang out, you rely on your brains and this is what you do."
The man with glasses deliberately pulled up the hem of his suit on the right side, revealing a Black Star pistol on his waist.
"Tell me, are Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan better, or is this thing better?"
Little Flea Winter immediately laughed and said, "Of course the boss is the most powerful."
The glasses guy chuckled, "Damn it, three or four games in a row cost me tens of millions.
I want him to send it back to me tonight with interest."
After saying that, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
A hint of sternness.
"Then what should we do with them after tonight's game?"
Winter turned his head and glanced at the two people who were thrown to the ground in the distance.
After Ravel Morrison was brought back last night, he refused to obey the arrangements and was unwilling to contact Southampton players in private to help with match-fixing.
Therefore, he was regarded as a traitor and was beaten so hard that his teeth were knocked out.
He took several pills and his face was covered with blood.
As for the female reporter, she didn't suffer any ill treatment.
Beautiful women are usually privileged.
"Don't hurt them.
As long as they are obedient, let him go after the game."
The glasses man’s calculation was very shrewd, “Southampton is a team that has become famous in English football now.
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It is very popular among gamblers, especially after successive upsets, its popularity has skyrocketed.”
"As long as you have control of this team, let alone tens of millions, hundreds of millions are within your reach."
When Little Flea Winter and Scarface Claire heard this, they were immediately excited.
Controlling a professional team is a hugely profitable deal for underground gambling bookmakers.
"Boss is really awesome," the two of them flattered each other with a smile.
"As for this female reporter," the glasses man glanced at the blindfolded Charlene Lahiri, with a hint of greed in his eyes, "I have played with women a lot, but I have never played with such a beautiful reporter and news anchor."
Winter and Claire also smiled with envy.
This affair can only belong to the boss, and they, the errand boys, have no part in it.
"It's time for me to go back and take her away" The glasses man stood up and pointed at Charlene Lahiri to order his men.
Then he looked at Winter and Claire, "You should watch him carefully.
As long as this matter is settled, I will not treat you badly."
"Thank you, boss" they both said in unison immediately.
The glasses man said hello, and two of his men immediately went over, one on the left and one on the right, blindfolded, gagged, and kept making whining sounds.
Charlene Lahiri, who tried to struggle but failed, followed He went out together.
"This is it, Mr.
Yang Huan" On the outskirts of the slums of Southampton, when Yang Huan and others got out of the car, the chief of the Southampton Police Department greeted them.
As soon as they received the call from Terry Matthews, they rushed here as soon as possible.
Yang Huan and his group had three cars, including two cars for him and his four bodyguards.
On the way, they met Terry Matthews and his assistants who were coming, plus a few police officers on the scene, no more, no less than ten. people.
When Yang Huan was looking for an office building for WeChat Company, Zhu Liangcheng once jokingly mentioned this place.
The two buildings, which are more than ten stories high, are the tallest buildings in Southampton.
They were built by the government for homeless people and poor people.
"How many are there?"
Yang Huan asked as he got out of the car and looked at the two tall buildings from a distance.
"It's not clear yet."
'Unclear' Terry Matthews was unhappy with the police chief's words.
I don’t know how many gangsters there are in my own jurisdiction.
Then what else do you, the police chief, do?
"It's like this, Mr.
Matthews.
There used to be a small gang of twenty or thirty people gathered here.
The boss is called Little Flea Winter.
They hang out in the streets and alleys of Southampton.
Their main business is to collect peripherals.
I heard that they are underground in London.
A branch of gang company.”
The "company" asked Yang Huan this time.
Terry Matthews immediately explained: "The Company is a group of underground gangs in East London.
It is also the most powerful underground gang in London and even the entire UK.
They are basically active in residential areas built by the government for low-income groups.
Their business Mainly peripheral betting.”
"If that's the case, then why don't you do anything to them?"
Yang Huan was surprised.
Since you know them so well, why not just cook them all in one pot?
"Master Huan, the matter is not that simple.
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We must have sufficient evidence before we can act."
Terry Matthews was helpless about this.
"And in recent years, the economy has been depressed, the police budget has been reduced year after year, and manpower is in short supply.
Many times, we have no choice.”
Yang Huan has no interest in these nonsense in Britain.
He was even thinking that maybe many people in the government were related to gangs.
At least there has been no shortage of such examples in British history.
For example, in the early years, the British government supported the notorious pirates "Are there only twenty or thirty of them?"
Long Wu asked.
The police chief noticed Long Wu at this time, but instead of answering directly, he glanced at Terry Matthews.
The latter nodded slightly.
"Yes, that's all it was originally, but we received news that a group of seven or eight people also moved in yesterday.
They should be together with Little Flea Winter.
This group of people may have done this."
A sharp light flashed in Long Wu's eyes, "Then what weapons do they have?
How many guns or other weapons with strong lethality?"
The police chief obviously didn't expect Long Wu to ask such a question, and thought for a moment in embarrassment, "According to the intelligence we received, they should not have guns.
Even if they do, they will only have one or two, not many."
"There is no gun" Yang Huan was curious.
How can you be a member of an underground gang these days and not get a gun?
"Master Huan, underground gangs in the UK are more accustomed to using knives rather than guns, so the homicide rate here is very low."
Yang Huan looked at Terry Matthews and really didn't expect that the British underground gangs could be so unscrupulous.
You don't even have a gun, what the hell are you doing?
But it’s not surprising when you think about it.
Guns are banned in the UK, so it’s really not easy to get a gun.
There are several countries in the world that are as weird as the United States, with guns proliferating to that extent.
"Then what are you waiting for?
Go in," Yang Huan urged immediately.
"Master Huan, there are only a few of us," the police chief said depressed.
There were thirty or forty people inside, maybe more than half a hundred gangsters.
Yang Huan shook his head depressedly, then looked at Long Wu, who nodded confidently.
"Since your police station doesn't dare, then let us do it."
Turning to face the bodyguard behind him, "Lao Wu" "Young Master" Long Wu immediately stood up.
"You guys go in.
If anyone dares to stop me, just kill him.
As long as no one is killed, it's fine.
If anything happens, it's mine."
"Understood" Long Wu smiled coldly.
That cold smile appeared on this harmless face, not to mention how weird it was.
Before Terry Matthews and others could react, Long Wu had already greeted his companions.
I felt the figure in front of me flash, and they had already rushed out more than ten meters away.
When I looked again, it was gone.
This time Terry Matthews and others were dumbfounded.
Could it be that this is the legendary Chinese Kung Fu: